The North American indigenous people use to communicate using smoke signals. It is one of the oldest forms of long-distance communication.
When we travel back to Secunda. From whatever direction you come back into the town, whether, North, South, East or West – one will always observe the “smoke signals” from Sasol.
(Weirdly, it can be a comforting sight. Even though it is pollution.)
Those “signals” tell the drivers; they’re almost home.
And perhaps those “signals” are what each one of us need, every now and then…
The magi and shepherds followed a star to a stable. That was their “signal”
The prodigal son saw his father’s open arms. That was his “signal”
And as this CHRIST-mas day draws to an end…
Perhaps… we could look inwardly. Is there an emptiness inside of you longing to be filled?
tugging on your heart… that is a “signal?”